Disclaimer: I'm getting really annoy writing that I don't own anything when I wish I did!
I want GREG! * ahem * anyway enjoy this chapter!
Nick Stokes walked into the autopsy room. Al Robbins, drinking one of his coffee that was his greatest weakness.
"Yo Doc!" Nick greeted.
Robbins looked up from his coffee and waved to Nick. He got up and set down his cup and with the help of his cane moved towards the table that had the boss on it.
"I identify the victim as Revered Windgall. Cause of death was from lose of air, possibly from coughing up blood, poor guy didn't get a chance to gasp for breath" Robbins explained.
"Yeah Greg identify the drug as the new stomachache med, powerful stuff I guess." Nick said.
"Well I have nothing more to tell you about this victim."
"Yeah Doc could you tell me about Grissom and Catherine's body, uh.. Jake Berenson I think.."
Robbins looked up, "Cause of death was exploit head wound at the back of the head."
Nick looked confuse, "How did you-"
Robbins smiled, "I have to memorized what the cause of death is before you guys come in, so I don't look like a fool." And he walked back to his coffee and drank some more as Nick Stokes left the room and headed towards the DNA lab.
"Yo waz up G!" Nick greeted, over the loud music.
"Don't have an results yet!" Greg yelled, as he looked up from his computer.
"Did you get any DNA of the syringe?"
Greg shook his head as his eyes moved up and down the computer screen.
Grissom and Catherine came in and Grissom shut off Greg's radio.
"Hey Grissom," Greg greeted, without even looking up.
"I need you got run this." Grissom said.
"DNA?" Greg asked.
"Hair fiber." Catherine answered.
Greg nodded, he grabbed the paper envelope that it was in and grabbed out the hair fiber, with a tweezers. Then he placed it on a slider, grabbed a droplet and drop a drop of water onto the slide. He then placed it under the microscope.
"Hmmm."
"What is it?"
"Polly want a cracker?"
"Parrot hair?" Grissom and Catherine questioned.
"Parrots don't have hair, they have feathers." Nick said.
"Well usually a piece of feather can look like a hair fiber, just one string." Greg explained.
"That doesn't explain how parrot hair got on his back." Catherine said.
"Yeah, what did your vic die of?"
"Suffocating." Grissom answered
"No Grissom, I just met with Robbins, your vic died of a blow from the back of the head." Nick explained.
"Your vic probably fell and hit his parrot cage, got some hair on him. Where did you find him?" Greg asks.
"Jake, our vic, was found in a alley."
Greg froze as he saw a dead stripper in an alleyway flash in his mind.
"Jake Berenson?" Greg gasps.
The three CSI, confuse, stared at Greg.
"Oh, I'm seeing what he and Jack Denver have in common." Greg lied, realizing that he probably once knew these people, but the trick was, he didn't know where from.
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Sara Sidle walked under the yellow tape that led her to the back of a strip's place. She saw a man, mouth wide opened, lying on top of an empty stack of beer bottles.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short, I promise the next one will be longer!
